It's the sound of missing footsteps. A voice from another room. Someone's cup in the kitchen next to mine.

My home is cozy,
it's warm and light,
but sometimes it's too quiet.
Loneliness knows how to be neat, it doesn't scatter things, it just takes away the atmosphere.

I miss simple little things,
joint dinners without words, barely noticeable touches, the feeling that you are waiting not because you have to, but because they want to.

Sometimes I wonder if someone would be the one
who would fill my home with living sounds,
warmth and presence?

Ulyana 🤍🌙